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Hey there. I just put the finishing touches on my paper...I was working on it till 6:30 then I went home and only could have slept for 2 hours...so instead I took bong hits, watched an episode of Carnivale, then popped another adderall and went to class at 9:30 AM...now I'ma t the library touching up my paper. It's pretty bad. It's about this funny British book called Lucky Jim and how it can relate to a bunch of stuff from that era, namely this British Film "Saturday Night and Sunday Morning."

--------------------Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.

I hve to put my papers off till the very last night and then do them in the middle of the night tweaked on coffee/red bull/adderall or some combination thereof, with brief trips home from the school computer lab in order to puff some bowls. You got it.

--------------------Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.

I'm gonna head on over to class and hand this in then skip lecture itself in order to lay down and smoke more pot. I feel so deliciously decadent.

--------------------Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.

im the same way. i cannot do my paper until 3AM the night before its due . For years i have been doing this and cant help it. Even if I know about it months in advance, i might do a little the week before but the bulk of it i do the last night. Nothing motivates me more than pressure and anxiety.

--------------------"Psychedelics should be used not to escape reality, but to embrace it"

--------------------Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.